“Heed my orders, Fushen Clan!”

As soon as it descended, the Divine Sun Palace immediately began accumulating the power of its miniature nova sources, preparing to treat the Nonacrypt Fushen Formation the same way it did the Windheed Pavilion’s.

Fortunately, Fushen Gongyi had long since made preparations.

At the head of the over fifty million elites, he flew up, his dark green robes blending in with the black fog. Five different bugs burst out of the soil beneath him. Each was wreathed in green mist, and countless sharp spikes and sinister compound eyes could be made out. As the sect master of the seventh-ranked sect, Fushen Gongyi definitely wasn’t weak. Furthermore, in his territory, which was densely filled with insect lifebound beasts, he was completely in his element. “Resist it!”

The Divine Sun Palace didn’t show any mercy. Its disregard of the Fushen Clan infuriated the three hundred million members...